Little Niang[Transmigration Book]

Song Lao Hou Yeke's wife's name is not for nothing. The mothers of the three brothers of the Song family all died of dystocia. .

After Song Wenyan's biological mother, Dou Shi, passed away in dystocia, Song Laohou stopped thinking about continuing. He was busy with government affairs on weekdays, and the eldest son didn't need him to worry about it. The second son was thrown to Wudang Mountain for repair by Taoists because he was too worried. As for the young son, he only placed a few well-selected servants to take care of him, and he was afraid that the boy might get into the habit of accommodating women, so none of the close servants were women. Can understand the mind of a child.

Although Song Wenyan is a sensitive and precocious person, he is still only a ten-year-old child, reading poems and looking at the bright moon, thinking of such a full moon day, it should be a time for the whole family to sit together happily, but now Both parents passed away, and the elder brothers were away from home. Even if the elder brother came back to inherit the position, he was still very busy and had no time to take care of him.Thinking of this, he naturally couldn't hide his sadness, he no longer looked upright and upright in the past, and started to cry again.

Seeing that he was about to storm again, Rong Yu couldn't help but twitch the veins on his forehead, and quickly patted him on the back:

"Don't, isn't it just a birthday? I don't even know when my own birthday is? No, it's fine."

Song Wenyan didn't believe it, "How can someone not know their birthday?"

Rong Yu giggled: "I was thrown into the orphanage since I was a child... Ah, that, I was abandoned by my parents, and I was thrown directly in the wilderness, and I almost starved to death. Fortunately, I was picked up by a kind person , if I have to cry before my birthday, wouldn’t I cry to death.”

"It's unreasonable, how can there be such parents?"

Song Wenyan was so angry for a moment that he forgot to cry.

"The world is so big, there are so many wonders." Rong Yu has already become numb to her own background.

There is no worst situation in an orphanage, only worse ones, so it’s not possible for everyone to compare their misery together and live a miserable life together.

"In short, when a person lives in this world, how can everything go smoothly? You don't have to worry about food and clothing, and your pillow is safe and warm, which is already better than most people in the world," Rong Yu racked his brains to recall the old director of his orphanage forcibly irrigating him. chicken soup for the soul. "Besides, you are so busy and crying, how should your parents feel when they see it in the sky? So, you have to be happy, be happy, so that your parents can feel at ease."

The chicken soup that Rong Yu was about to vomit actually had an effect, Song Wenyan was sobbing, and seemed to agree with Rong Yu's words, with a bit of shame on his face, and finally calmed down.

"It's because I indulged too much that I made my brother laugh at me."

"What are you laughing at but not laughing at? Don't act like a little old man, huh?"

Song Wenyan made him blush, and finally stopped saying those polite words,

A servant came in from the courtyard gate, carrying a food box in his hand, Rong Yu recognized him, it was Ah Liang who was doing odd jobs in the dining room, and he also gave Rong Yu a food box.

Ah Liang didn't expect to see this great god in the young master's yard, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, but soon he looked away, put the food box in his hand on the stone table,

"Young master, Master Hou asked the dining room to make it for you. Master Hou said that the young master eats little dinner, and he was afraid that you would be hungry at night, so he asked Po Jin to make some snacks."

Song Wenyan's heart warmed up. To Song Yanming, he respected Song Yanming more than being close to him. Thinking that his elder brother had to take care of his diet while he was busy, he was so cowardly and indecisive. A little guilty.

How did Rong Yu know the back and forth in Song Wenyan's heart, he watched A Liang open the food box with great interest, he ate some porridge at night, he was full, thinking that he would be ashamed to eat something later However, when A Liang took out the two plates of snacks in the food box, Rong Yu couldn't help being disappointed.

It's just two plates of dry cakes.

Rong Yuyou didn't give up, what if it's because of the poor appearance, he took a piece and took a bite, almost spit it out, it was so sweet that it was greasy, and it was so hard that it hurt his teeth.In addition to satisfying hunger, there is almost no value for tasting.

Rong Yu silently rolled his eyes in his heart, he blamed Mr. Qi wrongly.It's not that he purposely made some bad food for himself, it's because the Marquis of Pingyang, which takes "pure heart and desire" as one of its family mottos, would not spend half of its energy on enjoying it.

——Song Lao Hou Ye is an orthodox prince who takes the world as his own responsibility. In the huge Pingyang Hou Mansion, except for the necessary positions that need to be matched by capable people, the remaining insignificant logistical positions such as grooms, cooks, etc. It was used to accommodate the families of casualties in the army, such as A Liang, whose father was killed in the "Battle of Pingnan".Where can these non-professional counterparts get good food?

It can be seen that Song Wenyan was moved more than his appetite, after all, the elder brother specially asked the kitchen to make it.He picked up a piece, took a bite out of interest, and swallowed it with some tea.

The appearance is similar to that of modern children who are forced by their parents to eat hard-boiled eggs.

Rong Yu watched him stretch his neck and force himself to swallow, and with a thought, he took the cake from Song Wenyan's hand: "It's your birthday today, isn't it too shabby to eat these?"

"Tranquility is for self-cultivation, frugality is for morality, every meal is hard to come by, how can you dislike it?"

sky!This little old man!Rong Yu grabbed his hand regardless and pulled it up,

"Come on! A good meal won't corrupt your morals!"

He asked A Liang directly: "Where is the kitchen?"

Seeing A Liang's inexplicable appearance, Rong Yu coughed: "I'm talking about the dining room."

"This..." A Liang didn't know what the other party meant.

Song Wenyan glanced at Rongyu, pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally told A Liang, "Take us there."

Ah Liang didn't know what the great god in this house was going to do, but since the young master had spoken, as a servant, he naturally had to obey.

"this way please."

The dining room was in the backyard of the Hou Mansion, and the three of them walked for a long time to arrive. It was late at night, and no one was going this way except for the occasional government soldiers who passed by.

Ah Liang lit all the lamps and candles again, and the dark dining room was lit up all of a sudden.

The first thing to enter is a large desk in the middle, with some pots and pans stacked on top of it. To prevent dust, it is covered with a bamboo woven cover. There are several large shelves next to it, and some unused vegetables and fruits are piled up. , There are still bacon sausages and other things hanging on the roof beams in the ventilated place.

Rong Yu wandered around, picked up a radish and smelled it, and asked Ah Liang, "Is there any milk?"

"Huh? Not this one."

Rong Yu was disappointed. He wanted to make a milk yolk steamed cake for the child, but he didn't expect that the most basic materials were not complete.

A Liang hesitated for a moment and said: "There are a bunch of barbarians living in Shao'er Hutong on the west side of the street. They have the habit of eating milk on weekdays. I'll go and ask about it."

"Ah? Trouble?"

In fact, this great god is not as scary as in the legends. A Liang rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Since that's the case, I'll trouble you to make a trip."

A Liang went out in a panic.

"What are you doing?" Song Wenyan stared at Rong Yu with dark eyes.

"Look, I'll give you a taste of something different, Mr. Houfu!"

Rong Yu rolled up his sleeves, wandered around the kitchen, picked and picked, and finally brought out a few eggs, flour, sugar, oil, and some dried nuts. If there is no milk, the taste will almost be bad, I don’t know. What's going on over there.

Rong Yu cracked a few eggs, separated the egg white from the yolk, beat the egg yolk until thick and set it aside for later use.

Song Wenyan watched with great interest. He grew up so big that he had never entered the dining room once. The sons of officials and nobles had no reason to take care of food and clothing by themselves. It came out, but it is also very fresh here.

I also saw that Rong Yu found a clean basin and kept stirring the egg whites with a few pairs of chopsticks.

There is no egg beater here, so Rong Yu can only rely on a pair of slender white arms to beat the egg whites until foamy with a simple egg beater composed of a few pairs of chopsticks, then add sugar one by one, roll up his sleeves and continue beating.

At this moment, Rong Yu really missed his fully functional modern kitchen of nearly [-] square meters.

After finally beating the egg whites and sugar to dry foam, Ah Liang rushed back, holding an urn, his voice raised a few degrees,

"Master, Mr. Rong, I got the milk!"

Rong Yu was overjoyed, he didn't have any hope for milk, but he got it for him.

Immediately thanked, took the urn, estimated the ratio, added milk, oil, and sugar to the egg yolk slurry and beat it again until thick, then took flour, and sifted it through a sieve.

How fine is the leaky sieve of the Hou Mansion, but at any rate, all the large particles of flour were passed through. Rongyu mixed half of the sifted flour with the egg yolk slurry, and then added egg whites and flour in stages, and finally put a ten Grease the large blue and white porcelain bowl with more than an inch, carefully pour the batter into it, and sprinkle fried and chopped dried nuts on top, the bowl is full.

A Liang has already boiled the water in the cauldron according to Rong Yu's instructions.

Lifting the lid of the pot, Rong Yu put the porcelain bowl into the cauldron, and then clapped his hands.

"Ah Liang! Huo Huo!"

Ah Liang is naturally a good fireman, and a pot of water is boiling with steam.

After waiting for a stick of incense, Rong Yu lifted the lid of the pot, the white steam was steaming, and the rich custard fragrance rushed towards him. Influenced by his father and brother, Song Wenyan has always been upright and self-restraining, but he still couldn't help being attracted to him Going forward, watching Rongyu bring out the bowl of white, plump and hot things with a damp cloth,

"what is this?"

Rong Yu narrowed her eyes and smiled: "We have something to eat on our birthday."

Although there are no more ingredients to make the custard steamed cake more intense, Rongyu believes in her own recipe that has gone through countless experiments.

After the steamed cake had cooled slightly, Rong Yu washed a small knife, cut a piece and threw it into the mouth. At that moment, all the pores seemed to be subdued.

Combining the softness of chiffon cake and the fluffiness of traditional hair cake, the body of the cake can be said to melt in the mouth. The specific ratio fully stimulates the taste of custard, plus the rendering of moderate sweetness-this is what makes people eat of!

Such a combination of Chinese and Western steamed cakes is the proportion and heat that Rong Yu has explored for thousands of times. Although the ingredients are not refined enough, it is a thousand times more delicious than the dry cake.

"Try it." He handed a piece to Song Wenyan, and cut another piece to A Liang. A Liang didn't expect that he would have one of his servants, so he took it gratefully.

The two of them put it in their mouths, and the moment they put it in their mouths, their eyes widened almost at the same time.

Song Wenyan: "..."

A Liang: "..."

Isn't this made of chicken eggs and milk flour? How could it be so delicious?The two stared at the rest of the cake and swallowed together.

The author has something to say: I went out of the province this week and took my notebook with me, but I left the USB drive at home instead, so I can only update it today.

Writing articles until now is not as wanton as when I first started writing articles, and I always feel sincere and fearful.

This is also a kind of growth for me.

Thanks for the long mine.